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You used to be my melody.I hummed you throughout the day, you were my favourite song.
I memorised all the words, even used to sing along.
You used to be my melody, now your just my noise.
Your tune brought me comfort, now it annoys and destroys.
I can't seem to drown you out, no matter how soft you sound.
I hear you more often than I'd like, some nights I feel you're around.
You were something to remember, a beautiful little tune.
I just hope to hear a sweet melody, that surpasses yours soon.
Your song makes me sad, I don't want to hear it again.
It hurts to hear it unwillingly, it brings back all of the pain.
I have my own harmony, a haunting song in my head.
With all my thoughts as lyrics, the words I never said.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
The Rulers of the SeasonsAphrodite, my dearest epitome of springtime,
Quaffing flowery flares as your dark storm clouds climb
Selfish vanities flooding April's chromaticity out
Ere Apollo's hideous glare shines your May bleached with drought
The golden summer that Ra mercilessly allows
Oppressing heat beats the precious sweat off of your brow
For every child caught giggling with sunlight in their lungs
Another meets black Anubis with thirst on their tongues
As Morigan's autumn, swift as the crow flies
Allowing leaves to stop their begging to die
Knowing change is welcome, killing all she holds dear
Until even Bile`'s cold grasp starts shaking with fear
Loki breathes laughter with a wintery chill
Freezing time with a blanket and life going still
His mischievous snowflakes dancing o'er the land
Until they are melted by Freyja’s impassioned hand
Far sightI smudge my eyes across the waters
So I can reflect the sky's desires
Even when the clouds express oppression
I will still catch heaven's raindrops of desperation
Just remember that I have left none behind
But I may come and go- within the universal tides
I have no specific place to call home
I am not crowded, nor am I alone
For I will forever flow
Within light, and within shadow
My warmth will still cascade from the sun
Surrounding you when you're feeling flawed
I have left my scent on the wind / To help you remember that I still exist
My embrace is in the Earth / My love for you will always be preserved
My presence will still radiate from the moon
Waiting for the time of when we dream of each other soon
Because we both know
That we could never let each other go
I am everywhere, yet I am also nowhere
But I will always be able to hear your prayer
Just remember that I have not left your life
But I may vanish and reappear- from and by your side
I scattered my soul a
Coming BackYou're destined to come back,
in one of those rainy nights
when the bells ring,
and people rejoice
you'll be there
and cry your pain over my soul.
You seek a lap to hide
from the truth in everybody's eyes
and warm up in my embrace
but my heart is colder than snow
and I poured poison in your glass
My heart promised me,
you'll come back
and sing our song,
call me love, and
promise yourself to me.
Repeat your words of longing
for my laughter, my smile
and I only fear my soul will give
before your lullaby.
I'm still waiting, you know,
for that rainy night when
you knock on my door,
and i will ask you
why you ran away?
who you left me for?
Go back, follow your greed
to your toys of diamond and gold.
This heart is long gone,
along with its shattered soul,
but be careful don't drink that wine
I still poured poison in your glass.
BriefLife is full of fireworks;
a brief moment of art
imitating the stars -
They are not stars.
Stars are born, they burn,
Fireworks are merely
promises made and
When a fleeting time
of light and beauty
that the darkness is not so.
Did you hear that?Did you hear that?
That faint cracking sound?
It was the sound of my heart
Getting broken once again
And did you hear that?
It was the sound of how much I care
What? You didn't?
Because there was nothing to hear
Darkened PassageI feel alone.
The drop of blood
Drips from my heart.
I see nothing.
Nothing but evil.
Pain, loss, destruction,
Where does this end?
Darkness feeds on my heart.
Destroying my soul as I fall
Into the abyss
To where I can't get out.
Only my blood shines.
I won't be here
Yet everyone considers me gone.
Maybe I am here
Yet I also may not.
Only my blood
Can show where I am
So maybe I
Am lost in the Echo.
Twin in the MirrorI look into mirrors and see your face.
You are watching me from behind a sea.
My mind circles around holding your grace,
Though I know that we are not meant to be.
My trembling fingers try to touch your skin,
In spite of grasping but the mirror's face.
The sea swallowed you with an ugly grin.
Your body melted in its cold embrace.
You are reaching out to clasp my pale hand
As if your world dangled on a frail thread.
The dark sea takes you to the promised land.
Washes over you, drowning you in dread.
I yearn more than anything to live on,
But my heart is cold since my twin is gone.
The Ocean At NightNo, I will go alone.
I will come back when it's over,
When tides recede, revealing
Footprints melted into sand,
Glistening white from rays of blue.
I long for the shine of shadow.
We must part ways,
Walk back toward houses
Where light bulbs flicker with guilt,
And sinks drip with secrets.
Lonely and quiet emptiness
Creates a home of memory.
I will come back when it's over,
The noises of splashes and screams quiet,
The sun's arrogance descended over the horizon.
I will return in silence and black,
Lulling waves to sleep, at last.
Together, we can be.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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